Quotes About Sensuality

It is the most sensual men who need to flee women and torment their bodies.

And he stood so closely behind her that she felt his breath feather her neck. Blanche leaped away, putting a polite distance between them, her heart suddenly thundering in her chest. His body hadn't touched hers, but it might as well have, for she had felt his heat.

What a man most enjoys about a woman's clothes are his fantasies of how she would look without them.

There must be a certain look of availability in the women I photograph. I think the woman who gives the appearance of being available is sexually much more exciting than a woman who's completely distant. This sense of availability I find erotic.

She faced death, as women mostly do, bravely and even gaily, racked slowly to unconsciousness, but yielding only to violence, as a soldier sabred in battle. For many thousands of years, on these hills and plains, Nature had gone on sabring men and women with the same air of sensual pleasure.

A puritan may go to his brown-bread crust with as gross an appetite as ever an alderman to his turtle. Not that food which entereth into the mouth defileth a man, but the appetite with which it is eaten. It is neither the quality nor the quantity, but the devotion to sensual savors;

Do empenho vem a sabedoria e a pureza; da preguiça a ignorância e a sensualidade

Do empenho vem a sabedoria e a pureza; da preguiça a ignorância e a sensualidade. Uma pessoa impura é universalmente preguiçosa, que se senta junto à estufa, deita-se ao calor do sol, repousa sem estar cansada. Se vocês querem evitar a impureza e todos os pecados, que trabalhem com empenho, mesmo que seja limpando um estábulo. A natureza é difícil de vencer, mas deve ser vencida.

Toda a nobreza logo começa a refinar os traços de um homem; toda mesquinharia ou sensualidade, a embrutecê-los

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Now that he was alone with her all the passion he had never stifled surged into his senses; it hummed in his eyes and made things swim round him.

She had to take from him again, on this, one of his long looks, and she took it to its deepest, its headiest dregs.

All I ask of life, he says, is a bunch of books, a bunch of dreams, and a bunch of cunt.

I shoot hot bolts into you, I make your ovaries incandescent […] I am fucking you, Tania, so that you'll stay fucked.

Yes, he knows how to build a fire, but I know how to inflame a cunt.

There's something depraved about screwing a woman who doesn't give a fuck about it. It heats your blood…" And then, after a moment's meditation— "Can you imagine what she'd be like if she had any feelings?

I know how to inflame a cunt. I shoot hot bolts into you, Tania. I make your ovaries incandescent.

How wonderful to put one's cunt to work and use one's brains for pleasure!

And her delicacy offended. Who wants a delicate whore! Claude would even ask you to turn your face away when she squatted over the bidet. All wrong! A man, when he's burning up with passion, wants to see things; he wants to see everything, even how they make water.

He falls on her lap and lies there quivering like a toothache

A man, when he's burning up with passion, wants to see things; he wants to see everything, even how they make water. And while it's all very nice to know that a woman has a mind, literature coming from the cold corpse of a whore is the last thing to be served in bed.

When you get an erection you think you're passionate.

The other night I took her on—out of pity—and what do you think the crazy bitch had done to herself? She had shaved it clean… not a speck of hair on it. Did you ever have a woman who shaved her twat? It's repulsive, ain't it? And it's funny, too. Sort of mad like. It doesn't look like a twat any more: it's like a dead clam or something.

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